you told me that you swear by the sacred moon above, the moon that paints the tops of fruit trees with silver. i wish i was your bird. who told you how to get here below my bedroom? itβs almost morning. i want to make you go but iβd only let you go as far as a spoiled child lets his pet bird go. he lets the bird hop a little from his hand and then yanks him back by a string. my body will be your sheath. rust inside my body and let me die. donβt swear by the moon. the moon is always changing. every month its position in the sky shifts. i donβt want you to turn out to be that inconsistent too. donβt swear by the moon. the moon is always changing.Β
oh swear not by the moon.
















